I guess if no one knew about my old story of the same name then it doesn't matter, but for those who do know it and are wondering where it went: I didn't like so I restarted it with a lot more thought put into the story and characters!

I will try to post a chapter every Sunday just so I don't disappoint people who get into the story. I also want to say that I will be making a mini series afterwards showing the relationships of the characters and Berk-if people like this story or I get enough reviews. Without any more interruptions, I'll begin with the story of Sigurd, his gang and their dragons!

I decided to put a disclaimer at the beginning and hoping people won't think the HTTYD universe belongs to me, because it doesn't!

How To Train Your Dragon Books belong to Cressida Cowell

How To Train Your Dragon Movies belong to DreamWorks

All Ocs belong to me, but have been inspired by the HTTYD Universe

Prologue

Thunder rumbled in the distance as dark grey clouds drifted across the ocean. Restlessly, the waves churned violently shaking the wooden boat. Men screamed from the deck, trying to get a hold of the ship as the waves pulled it off course.

A young man, with sandy hair and storm-like eyes, stood at the front of the boat. He calmly ordered men around; his face plastered with a frown. His clothes consisted of a brown tunic with a fur cape draped over his shoulders; covering his right side, navy blue jeans and brown furred-boots. On his shoulders he wore shoulder pads baring a crest of a dragon with a sword through its stomach; a double-bladed sword clung to his thigh.

He reached out to grab the nearest person, "What dragons have we caught?"

"Two Nadders, a Zippleback and five Gronkles sir!" he replied while lifting his arm, so his hand was above his brow.

"That won't be enough to sell," his hand clenched into a fist and connected with the mast making it shudder in protest, "We need rare dragons to capture and sell!" The man he grabbed shrank in fear; he looked at him and huffed. He went stomping below deck to his office. He rummaged through a cupboard until he found a bottle of mead; unscrewed the lid and tipped the bottle up to his mouth. The liquid flowed down and he gulped three times before setting it down on his desk. Grabbing a map, he sat at the desk and observed it intensely.

Scanning over the map, he curled his fingers together and bit at one of them; concentration flashed in his eyes. The map had dragons scribbled at different spots. Different places. Different species. One dragon caught his eye- it seemed like nothing special- and had lines moving along the map. It kept heading South, until it stopped.

The boat rocked gently, as the storm began to calm. The winds calmed and brushed against the boat; urging it forward. The sound of wing beats and specks of shadows alerted the men on the ship. Hurriedly, they went to inform their captain; banging three times they stepped inside the small room. Glancing up, the captain grunted, still staring at the map.

"Sir, dragons are heading this way," one squeaked excitedly.

Pleasure flashed in the captain's eyes, "What sort?"

"Timbrejacks, Thunderdrums, Skrills and Changwings, you name 'em!"

The captain got onto the deck, he lifted his finger to touch his mouth: I sign of 'be quiet', "We must get ready to capture as many as we can." The men rushed to grab weapons and get hold of bola launchers. As the dragons soared above the ship, the captain brought his hand up high; he clenched it and a smirk formed on his face. The bola launchers were released capturing dragons left, right and center. Each squealed and began to disperse. Their panicked squawks alerted another presence because soon a shadow appeared out of the clouds; it dived with its head pointed towards the ship.

A low whistle could be heard and before anyone could react the ship was encased with black smoke. A thud sounded on the deck; the captain hurried to grab a weapon and twisted in all directions, waiting for the creature to spring into an attack. Several men yelped as a tail flicked out of the smoke, slowly followed by the sudden snap of rope; dragons burst from the smoke and quickly fled to the safety of the sky. The captain screamed and thrust his body into the centre of the smoke. He whipped around as movement caught his eye. He lifted up the sword in his hand and brought it down on the limb that swayed, teasingly in the air. Everything went quiet, until a wail of agony erupted from the ship; all the men tensed and braced for an angered beast, but all they were met with was a beating of wings and a silhouette emerging and escaping from the ship.

As the fog dispersed, the captain looked around the deck; the wind whipping past him making his hair flare up in all directions. He spotted blood splattered everywhere and as he turned to the sky he saw a lone dragon. Only a shadow from this view, but he could see- as clear as day- a long gash near its tail. The devil wouldn't last long because a 'downed dragon was a dead one.' He turned his attention to the damage made. "Only two dragons escaped, both Thunderdrums."

"Let's continue, I won't stop till I find that dragon and sell it to a reasonable man," he paused for a moment, inhaling deeply before his lips curled up into an insane grin.

Well, since this is the beginning of a new story, I hope you enjoy. I do apologise for jumping into it with mysteries, but soon it'll make sense. I wonder what that dragon was? You know any dragons that make a whistling sound as well as breath smoke? Please review, follow and favourite for more chapters! Until then see ya folks!

-Draco